The room feels dark, even with the sun displaying itself through the balcony door.
My body burns cold to each word that leaves Jack's mouth as we sit here, inches apart. Letting our emotions take lead.
"Don't be a hero, Jack Cameron." I whisper, taking my thumb and wiping the tears off of his cheek.
"It's my job." He whispers back.
I go to remove my hand from his face when he suddenly grasps it. Enclosing his rough, metal ring filled hand over my small clammy one. His skin swallows mine in size and I can tell, without even needing him to say a single word, that he wants my hand to stay right there.
Right below his beautiful jade green eyes, healing away the hurt, and letting the sympathy and compassion take over.
He hates showing his weak side, but what he doesn't know, is it's one of my favorite things about him.
The side only I get to see. Perhaps it's because I'm the one that makes him this weak. I mask his act, his ego, his untruthful reputation, with pure vulnerability and bliss.
He recalls how he saw me defenseless on the office couch. Each word makes my stomach clench and body wince, not only because of what happened, but because, I don't remember any of it.
We've been up talking for what feels like hours. Jack explaining to me everything he could remember, careful to not leave out a single detail.
I'm so grateful to hear the truth, but it's hard to accept it when the same memories he has of the event- don't come back to me.
"I walked you home." He breaths out, his hand still right over mine, practically begging to not let him go. So I don't.
"Jack, are you serious-"
"I didn't trust anyone else, Doll," He confides. I scoot closer to him, letting my head rest on his chest as I curl in between his legs. "Their job is to keep you safe, and they failed. They failed their job."
His voice breaks and he quickly turns his face away from me. "Please don't hide from me." I beg, grasping his chin as I lead his gaze back.
Jack's eyes burn red as he searches my face. Dried tears and blood rest at the sharp line of his jaw and my heart hurts to see him like this.
"I'm not supposed to be the fucking emotional one. I'm so sorry." He whispers, more tears falling down his face and dropping into my lap.
Any person in this situation would be insane not to show emotion, and me? I'm feeling thousands of emotion each second.
I can't physically or mentally take in the last twelve hours and that itself is overwhelming.
"This is hard for everyone, but please stop trying to play hero." I tread lightly. His eyes fall back on me with worrisome and regret.
"August-"
"Jack," I cut him off, "I want you to show me the most damaged parts of your soul, so I can show you how much I worship each individual piece."
He lets my words sink in, and I stay quiet, letting him.
A long silence fills the space around us. Jack's hands rub up and down my calves as I sit patiently and wait for him to talk again.
"You will never have to experience that again, okay?" He mumbles, grabbing my face with both hands. His eyes fill with plead and just the sight of Jack Cameron crying, makes my eyes tear up in response.
Hearing what happened is hard. Hard to swallow, digest, cope, inhale, however you want to look at it. But at the end of the day, there's simply nothing I can do to change past events. I hope my memory of it all slowly comes back, but I'd be okay if it didn't. The visuals and moments, Jack recalled were gruesome as it is, and as long as I surround myself with people who make me feel like that won't happen again, then I think I will be okay.
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Luv Letters
Romansa"Truthfully, my heart was so full of her, I could barely call it my own." 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 is the epitome of a doberman boy. Six-foot-five motorcycle rider and lifeguard, not only does he not have time to socialize with a girl longer than it...
